An act of love
April 25, 2018
I see half of my face
After ages
Unrecognizable
Burnt
Whipped
Submissive
Turned into something ugly
An ugliness of times
A timid reflection of the day and signs
Eye is blood shot
Lips dry, thirsting for tonic
Lines on forehead looking like scattered and torn trenches
Two halves of one face
Flipping coins of pretence
Heads and tale, senseless and stale
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